1 On the wings of the morn, speed, O speed ye away;
There are millions who perish because of delay;
Sound the trump of Salvation, ye heralds of light;
Let the beams of His beauty dispel all the night.

Refrain:
Speed thee on, speed thee on,
Speed thee on today;
Speed thee on, speed thee on,
Speed thee on today.

2 On the wings of the morn, speed, away, then, O speed;
Lo! the hungry are crying; go help ye their need;
When ye know that a Saviour each want can supply,
Will ye still linger on, will ye leave them to die? [Refrain]

3 On the wings of the morn, speed ye onward His love;
Tho’ the tempter defieth, Christ reigneth above;
Tell the weary He giveth a rest from their cares,
And proclaim to the fettered that freedom is theirs. [Refrain]